REXANNA
in the right heaven-yellow light,
She nods with Zariah about the future, but there’s a part of Rexanna that wishes to bear children only when she has settled – and the woman has hardly settled at all given all of the circumstances. Still, she remains silent, watching as the child makes his way inside with just a gesture of Zariah’s hand, a brow raising slightly as she grows curious. Her gaze lifts back toward her Queen as she speaks of the Launceleyn blood line and the strength of it all, and for a moment she feels transported back – her King, mentioning the blood lines of her own family, tied into tradition and aiming to keep her secret until she needed to be used, selling her off to the highest bidder. Her stomach sinks further, as she gathers an idea that Zariah may be hinting at. She mentions that she wishes Rexanna to be a part of it, and there’s small lump that grows in her throat.
What she doesn’t expect, however, is the bachelor she speaks of. Her eyes widen a small fraction at the mention of Peter’s name, a small smile crossing her features. “Peter?” She pauses. “Forgive me, your Grace, he is a very kind and sweet man…” She doesn’t know how to continue it, how to mention that she doesn’t wish to be a part of another arranged marriage (seeing how well her last one turned out). She wonders if Peter knows of this, what his thoughts on the matter are, and if it would really matter anyway. “I was already part of an arranged marriage once before, things did not… Necessarily go well in that regard.”
Her gaze drifts from Zariah then. “Forgive me if I’m cautious.” She doesn’t know how to say no in the face of Zariah. “I will need to think about it.”
anything could be holy enough
to save you
